My lungs still burned, but the fire was fading, and I could feel a flicker of energy returning. Was it too late? Edward only had to score one more point.
I lowered my stance, my knees bending as I planted my feet. I locked my eyes on Edward, and for the first time since his comeback, he hesitated. He could see the change—I wasn't ready to give up yet. I was ready to fight for every inch.
Edward dribbled, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. He tried to make a move, driving hard to the left, but I stayed with him, my body reacting quicker now. He pulled up, attempting a jumper, but I was right there, my hand in his face. The ball left his hands, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.
It hit the rim, bouncing off to the side. I lunged forward, grabbing the rebound before Edward could react. My heart pounded as I dribbled back, creating space between us. I knew I needed to make this count.
I took a deep breath, my eyes focused on the hoop. Edward was in front of me, his stance low, ready to defend. I faked a drive, then stepped back quickly, creating just enough room to take a shot. I pulled up from beyond the arc, the ball leaving my hand in a perfect arc.
The ball sailed through the air, and I watched as it dropped through the net, the sound of the swish bringing a rush of relief and excitement.
"Nine-ten," I called out, my voice filled with determination. It was only worth one point, but it was a statement—I wasn't done yet.
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Sharks
Teen FictionIn the lively streets of Chinatown, Eddie is just an ordinary teen with an extraordinary dream: to prove himself on the court. "Sharks" is the story of Eddie's journey in the world of streetball, where the stakes are high, and every game is a battle...
